She misses church one Sunday and her whole life turns upside down.
Size: 157 KB (28,577 words)
Genre: Erotica
Sex Contents: Much Sex
Tags: Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, ft/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Gang Bang, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bestiality, Novel-Pocketbook
Review by Celeste [other reviews by Celeste]
Reviewed:
As the story begins, Debby has for the first time in her life skipped church services on Sunday morning. The teenager is sexually inexperienced - except for the times when she has ridden naked on the same stallion behind her nubile and nasty playmate Roxanne - one behind the other with their arms around each other, their legs spread around the stallion's flanks, their pussies getting off from the bouncing. And, of course, the times that Roxanne has licked her to orgasm. But such is the life of naughty and naked nymphets who live on the farm with repressive parents who are probably incapable of copulation.
So first Debby jerks off while having phone sex with Roxanne. Then Mike the biker with a ten-incher between his legs arrives for a glass of water, and Debby gives him a tour of the farm, starting with the hayloft. Indeed, Debby does the biker faster than Debbie did Dallas in the movie.
So it turns out that this is a stoke story. Stroke stories are easy to recognize, because the plot is about as sophisticated as Pamela Anderson's "V.I.P." series, and the people fuck in at least two orifices in each chapter while they cuss at each other - or at one another. Also, "Fuck meee!" is likely to have those extra letters, which seem to bring both participants and viewers to the veritable verge of orgasmic bliss. In addition, my Celestial Assumptions are usually basic ingredients of the plot.
Mike says to Debby, "Jesus, your asshole's like a nest of hot worms inside. I could get off just holding my cock still inside you." I hadn't given it much thought. Would most guys cum in a raging orgasm if they found their dick encased in a nest of hot worms? I'll bet a brood of vipers would be even hotter. "Brood of vipers" is a biblical term. I know, because when I was Debby's age, I used to go to church instead of staying at home, masturbating on the telephone and fucking bikers. There's a lot less mess from pussycream dribbling out of my pussy in hot little gushes in church than in the hayloft or rock quarry. And besides, when you play the furry fiddle in church, your screams of ecstasy are likely to be shielded by the strains of Amazing Grace - unless Amazing Grace is already finished straining.
Needless to say, Mike really gets off on a girl's bare toes. "Hot farmgirl toes!" as he puts it.
Meanwhile, Mike is married to a woman who he claims is his sister. Actually, that part may be true. He doesn't know how he can keep on meeting Debby; so he joins the church choir. No, that would be silly, wouldn't it? What actually happens is that Debby goes off into the woods to watch some younger boys masturbate, but a dog scares her out of the bushes. The boys lack the savoir faire to which she had grown accustomed in Mike, but she fucks them both anyway - and the dog too. No, I'm getting carried away again. Sexy stories make me dyslexic. I thought Debby was shouting, "Oh, dog!" before she came. I shoulda known better. Debby is in sexual heaven (with god, not a dog). They all wail away; and there's churning and bobbing and pinching and tweaking and mewling and ramming and reaming and pistoning and spasming and writhing and going over the brink and erupting and cussing like teamsters surrounded by a can of hot worms and even some fairly intense stimulation. But no mayonnaise on anyone's genitals. And all the while, I was listening to Celine Dion on my CD Audio Player.
I made up the part about mewling in the previous paragraph. For some reason the author omitted the mewling. Perhaps mewling would have ruined the verisimilitude. As Debby said before she whined deliriously: "It feels so good!" Or as the boys put it: "This is like fucking a tub of warm butter!" Or a pig in a poke. Or the minister's off ass.
"Something thick and meaty kept swelling against her finger in Rusty's asshole." Well, if it's alive, salute it, Debby! Otherwise, wipe with toilet paper when you're finished.
Then they drink beer and jerk off.
All this happens before the end of chapter 7. We still have five chapters to go, and Debby has not yet had sex with her mother or father, with Mike's wife or sister, with Roxanne or the stallion, with guys who moan in ecstasy while they stick their cocks through holes in bathroom walls and tenement halls, with the minister, with itinerant truckers, or with the pigs in the poke with hot worms up their assholes. I don't want to tell you too much. It might ruin the suspense for you.
I guess if there's no such thing as a surfeit of meaningless sex, this is about as good as some other stories. The punctuation sure is nice - probably because I think TheEditor gets some of his stories from commercial sources. Is there no honor among pornographers? However, by the end of the story I couldn't help feeling that maybe it would have been better if Debby would have just gone to church like other farmgirls.
